I should mention that my mother running, in my previous life, which I can still recall so well, was out of the question due to an accident that took h...er legs when I was a child. In this timeline, that would have been before this version of me was even conceived. Here, though, she is whole.Anyway, I was blubbering when she entered my room and saw me looking at my blood-covered hand. She quickly left the room and returned with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. She assisted me in getting. The current grabbed her with a jolt, and she shrieked as the reflex made her stiffen and jerk convulsively. But she forced herself to jump and hop across the room until she made it to the safety of the bed.When she stopped panting, and the beat of her pounding pulse got back to a point somewhere near normal, she tried to assess what had happened. Her first reaction was to suspect that some switch in a central control area had been closed. But it seemed too much of a coincidence that the current. I was finding it difficult to remember exactly how she did it and bring myself to swing the heavy wooden bat against Stacy’s delicate ass.In the meantime, Juliette locked the chastity belt that Becky brought into the room around her daughter’s waist. The inside was silicone with metal on the outside. They called it “Party A183,” but I don’t know why. The front had a simple metal grate to allow her to piss through it. I imagined a girl would spray everywhere through something like that.The back. “And what, exactly, have you got against practice?” He pulled me until I straddled his waist and started sliding my dripping centre southwards.I giggled. “Practice does make perfect, doesn’t it?”I didn’t see Fergus for the next couple of days, though I heard rumours that he’d had more arguments with the Chancellor, the nurses, and Aedan. There’d even been some sort of discussion with the facility’s mage healers – who I hadn’t seen – to determine if magic could disprove my identity. They.